Yo, girl I'm just tryna talk to you like
This is the only way I know how to speak
I no dey form, I no dey conform
This is really me
I don't know why you won't believe
HOOK [Issa]
Baby, you must mistaking
I'm not pretending, honestly
I love food
I love ponmo
With pounded yam and egusi soup
I love big a**, i love b**bs
I love some kids
CHORUS:
No dey form Americanah
No dey form Americanah
You are born in Africa
No talk like Americanah
VERSE 1 [ET]
They say doing rap or Hip Hop is AB
You should claim our own thing Afro Beat
I tell them this has nothing to do with racial sh**
Okay i might rap in accent i admit
You can't really know my root thru my speech
Or im Yoruba and i never speak it
Or your peeps were on the slavery ship, you westernized a bit
Y'all should calm down i think it's simple English
0-5 was TV screens, 6 till date is the internet
So please, we all followers as we look up to flat screens
But i've been screening the nonsense ever since
My first album was 50 cents get rich
Or die tryin'
That's who all clubs used to play someone deny it
Before the plantashaun boyz came
13 i fell for the rap game, when i heard lil wayne
Then ET came
CHoRUS:
No dey form Americanah
No dey form Americanah
You are born in Africa
No talk like Americanah
VERSE 2:
I want superpowers, so i can rob a bank
I want to make money, to throw it in the air
I like to dress good, just to oppress my peers
I hate they say we all fraudulent around here
Im angry BET, gives awards off air
I'll eat beef, fish, snail, chicken, goat head
And at go sef, and i no send
I'll price anything down to a profitable end
HOOK:
Baby, you must mistaking
I'm not pretending, honestly
I love food
I love ponmo
With pounded yam and egusi soup
I love big a**, i love b**bs
I love some kids
(CHoRUS)
VERSE 3:
But at the same time we had the accent in education
I liked the f**ing cops, cause of their own organisation
And I've dated a girl who bleached her skin for light complexion
I rap out all of my feelings and family dysfunction
I chat 80% of all of my discussions
But i crack up when G boys say it's cos white men put us in ships, they now pay for the invisible things we claim to ship, ain't that some shii
HOOK:
Baby, you must mistaking
I'm not pretending, honestly
I love food
I love ponmo
With pounded yam and egusi soup
I love big a**, i love b**bs
I love some kids
(END)r